Thursday, June 5, 2008

A little Cat and Mouse?


Jon gave the challenge. While my other teammates planned and tried to strategically come up with something I was thinking about when Magdalena was on LSG. It was the second challenge and they had to race...

I remember that a lot of the contestants had some problems at this OLD Gladiators home...

"What was it that Jon said just before the 2nd challenge of the original LSG?" I mumbled but no one heard, " I think it was, ' then meet the most horrifying obstacle imaginable -- The Old Gladiator's Home. You will need to avoid a legion of retired combatants who want to tackle you and tell you about the good ol' days.'.


This couldn't be good...

"Gee there's six species of cute little space mice and six of us. Like thats so N'synch." chirped Sylar.

"Your right Sylar. You could almost think that it was some kind of plot device." I stated, I disagree with the whole N'synch thing but he did have a point. 6 species and 6 of us....

I mean what are the odds... Surely there was something going on here.

So we each got assigned a silicon space mouse to try and capture.

Koma was mentioning where each one was and there was one that had made the Ol Gladiator home it's happy home...

I crossed my fingers and whispered to myself with my eyes closed, "Don't pick me, dont pick me. I don't want to loose this competition because I was stuck talking about the good old days with some guy that smells like ben-gay."

Just then Koma handed me a folder, "You got the one in the ..."

"NO!!!!!" I yelled as I saw that he gave me the one from the home... Well at least I got the small one.

So I bulked up the courage to go to the home...

As soon as I got there it started...

"Look I am really sorry, but there is a space mouse infestation and I have to build a better mouse-trap." I explain...

One smiled, "Oh I will help. Let me get my..." Before I knew it. He was standing before me...

What was I to do?



I then had an Idea... Ever heard of snipe hunting?

"OK take this bag and wait way over there. When I blow fire they will run and you can catch them." I smile


He looked at me. "Do you have anything to eat?"

I couldn't leave him there, so I ran quickly and made him some cabbage soup.. I can't cook so I just added anything... "Here."


While he waited I went to find my mouse... Another old Gladiator came to me this one creepier...
"I am sorry but.." He interrupted me..
He smiled, "you are the exterminator, you are here to get rid of my friends and I can't let you do that."

He then picked up a space mouse, "My name is Willard. The others always tease on me because they say I am the lamest but now I will get even."

The space mouse hissed at me..




I saw my mouse... He looked at Willard and Willard shook his head and then Willard pulled a lever.

I was so busy studying a weired metal band on the mouse's left ear that I didn't see the old emo Gladiator pull it..

The sidewalk dropped and I went free falling. I could see the the large jagged and spiked rocks under me...




Willard had under estimated the fact I could fly... So after flying out of the hole I flew to a near by internet cafe. I was sure that this space mouse wasn't your ordinary space mouse.

It seem to talk to Willard telepathically. Perhaps it was special. To build a mouse trap, I needed to know my mouse.

I would have to find out about that metal band with numbers.

I logged on to Capsule Corp with my User name and password...

Papa Wolfgang was working late but was able to tell me that the band belonged to Tri-ex.

I did some Google research and learned that Tri-EX was a government funded organization...
After furthur research I discovered that the police was called by a security guard. When the Police got there they claimed some kids got in the security booth outside and made the call.. All was well...

Something didn't seem right...

I managed to get a hold of the security guard that called. "It was a cover up. They don't want anyone knowing that the specimens have escaped..."

I continued to listen. He coughed, "It was the lab with the area 51 experiments."

"What are the area 51 experiments?" I asked

"Ever heard of area 51?" He paused and then continued, "well Tri-Ex has a Government grant. They test on all kinds of animal. Everyone knows this.. They test make up products to vaccinations. What people don't know is that all the illegal experiments that aren't sanctioned are done in a special lab called Area 51."

"go on."

"Anything from Bio-warfare testing to genetic resequencing .. You name it they have it in there. The animal activist stumble on it by accident. They were killed my some of the space mice that were in the lab being experimented on and then the mice.. they got loose."


After confirming that my space mouse was one of the altered one from one of these Nasty experiments, I realized a simple mouse trap would not work.

The mouse was intelligent, telepathic and horny, so with the infestation of available space mice in the retirement home this littler bugger found himself a harem and breed himself an army.

It must have been using Willard. First I had to deal with Willard, then build a trap that could capture my mouse and the offspring... and I had to do it by Friday

and today was...


I needed a way to get a smart telepathic space mouse into the trap.. cheese? no peanut butter?
I could use my breath of fire, if it worked I could build a flame thrower - mouse trap. No that is lame.

I was building a cage when I saw a commercial for a microchip cat flap. The light bulb went off...
I got several and fixed the doors (which were the size for the mice) with these flaps..

My cage had several doors each programmed to a chip and every cat got the same chip. I then gathered up my cats.

I returned to the home where I saw that old gladiator still standing there with a bag... I shook my head and continued...

I set my cages with a cat at every entrance of the home.... Now how to deal with Willard? I saw the Old Gladiator still standing with the bag... Why not let One old guy take the other one...

I carried my trap over to where he stood...

"Where is the mice?" he yelled...

I smiled, "Change of plan.. Willard has gone bad and needs to be secured.."

He shook his head and went after Willard.. I set my cage in the center of the Retirement home..
I hope this works...
Just as I was about to press the button and let the cats loose. The Mouse approach speaking to me telepathically...

"You can't win..." He hissed

The old Gladiator came barging in and smiled, "We got WILLARD!"

I smiled and answered, "and now we get our Mouse!" I pressed the button and called, "here Kitty kitty kitties!" I saw it in my head, the cats are released and run chasing the mice.. They chase them toward the trap, the cats' collars open the door the mice go inside...

I heard telepathic laughter... The cats all ran the opposite way.. Looks like they were 'fraidy cats.

The sinister Space Mouse approached and spit out the chip.. ewww He had already eaten one of the cats...

I watched as the chip bounced to my feet and all the doors of my cage opened up... "get in." it stated as hordes of space mice surrounded me.

Just then the old Gladiator made a sound... PFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTttttttttttttttttttttttt

The Gladiator chuckled, "Sorry, its the cabbage, I had for lunch... It was really good to."

I braced myself, trying hard not to loose consciousness.. Suddenly all the mice.. including the Large ugly one ran in the cage... I heard it screaming telepathically, "shut the doors please.."

I smiled... "Stay right here."


Koma sat waiting for me to present my mouse trap... I closed all the doors and windows in the old retirement home...

I handed him and everyone a gas mask... I set my cage in the center I opened the doors to it, then I escorted in the old fellas... Fed them some of that weird cabbage soup I made and gave Koma the recipe then ...

pfttttttt...................


all the space mice ran into the cage...

okay I built the cage and made the soup... but Hacknor supplied the old farts...

4 comments:

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Huh, that's wierd, how'd the Area 51 mice get to planet Hacknor anyway? If I were a paranoid person, I might come up with some kind of a threory involving a conspiracy of some sort.

Simon said...

Fart jokes? Lord spare me

Henchman432 said...

At least it wasn't beans.

Hotstuff said...

Jon - same way rats and roaches on earth got from one continent to another
by gettting into crates that are carried on to boats (or in this case starships)